What is it you need to hear'
It's on your lips and in your ears,
If too much static or unclear, still, still he holds you dearly.

The hound of heaven on your trail,
Keen sense of direction and smell,
Knows your need before you do, and when you bleed he does too.

On my own again,
On my slow, dark train,
How is it I am found in my Judas skin, spinning down'

What is it you need to know, you don't already understand'
When you offer me a drink, I just keep you at arms length,
What is it that I fear' Why is it I don't trust'
Hiding out becomes career - what am I covering up'

On my own again,
On my slow, dark train,
How is it I am found in my Judas skin, spinning down'

What is it you need to find'
Love your Spirit working overtime,
When I come out of my spin and I see you're still my friend.

On my own again,
On my slow, dark train,
How is it I am found in my Judas skin, spinning down'
In my Judas skin, spinning down,
In my Judas skin, spinning.